Firefly Glen I'm sorry if I hurt you, I'm sorry if it got that bad

To her credit, Keres only faltered once as she struggled to her feet, dazed and startled by the sudden turn of events. The glen was a cacophany of noise; her glen, her wonderful glen, why was this happening? Eyes wild and wide, she shook her head to try and clear the fog. Even if it lingered, the valkyrie was moving, diving into the fray without thinking about how she couldn't feel her leg, couldn't feel the blood pour through her fur and stain the snow.

She, too, moved to attack. In next to her friends and family, Keres set her teeth to tas, going for any opening she could. Fur and flesh filled her mouth but could they actually fell such a monster? Could they fell him without losing anyone? If the feeling in her leg was the only thing she lost, it would be a good day.